The sky was densely covered with dark clouds, and a fierce wind howled through the mountains.
On Fox Mountain Square, the alchemy had already begun.
The roaring fires boiled the potion within the tripod furnace, causing bubbles to rise and thick steam to roll upwards.
A high platform was erected directly above the tripod furnace.
White Claw squatted on this platform, flicking its tail, waiting to perform its task.
It glanced at the Roadside Flower beside it, which was already in bloom, with its petals tender and delicate.
Looking down from above, it saw fellow apprentices performing their respective tasks. Some were adding wood to the fire, some pounding herbs to extract juice, some were running back and forth, and others were stirring at the edge of pots.
It saw the master moving around the square, occasionally issuing various commands.
